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Chapter 527
Andrew’s eyelid twitched in irritation as he rubbed his cheek. “It wasn’t him.”
“So, Tessa, then?”
“No way, she’d never lay a hand on me.”
“Who else would you let slide, then? I’m almost worried you buried someone before coming
here.”
Andrew’s fire went out in a puff. That slap had come from Aubree. It was because he had
the gall to ask Aubree to cook for Tessa.
When he found out Aubree had gone to Premier Palace, he’d wanted to follow, but with the
tension between him and Max, he’d just met Aubree on the street corner to pass on Tessa’s
message.
Without a word, Aubree slapped him again, then stormed back into Premier Palace, calling
him trash.
Andrew had been in these circles too long, never learning to think about others. His comfort
was his only concern. So he thought his request of Aubree was reasonable, but her reaction
was unexpected.
There was a slap, but no words were exchanged.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDamn, had he been too indulgent with Aubree? When it came to him, she hit him with no
hesitation–as if she put her whole strength into it.
Usually, Andrew would turn to Max, who was a good listener despite his stoic demeanor. But
after last night’s harsh words and a punch, Andrew’s thick skin wasn’t enough to face Max
again.
Andrew’s gaze fell, lips pressed tight.
Jaired, casually crossing his legs, twirled an orange in his hand. “Look, Andrew, I’m not one
to talk, but what you said to Max last night, that was low. You know how rough Max had it
growing up.”
A kid who never smiled or cried would face cold shoulders even at the top of the food chain.
Martha even brought in a shrink at one point. Not just any shrink, but the kind you’d find at
a psychiatric ward.
When you were out of step with the world, people thought you were a monster. And with
the Dorsey family’s high status, the last thing they wanted was a freak in the family.
So, doctors frequented the Dorsey household, trying to diagnose Max with something,
anything, to explain his lack of emotional display.
When Michael decided to make ten–year–old Max the heir to the Dorsey fortune, everyone
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floored. How many assassination attempts would the kid face? How much backstabbing
would he endure in private?
Everyone thought Michael didn’t care for his youngest son, that he was setting Max up to
fail, using him as a shield against the majority of blows, and waiting to put his favored son
in place once Max was out of the picture. Even Max’s friends thought that way, instructed
by their families to believe it.
Max excelled in everything but social skills. Quick to learn anything but how to get along
with others.
Andrew had labeled himself a lackey, a hanger–on, because his “brotherhood” with Max was
something he’d instigated, challenging Max to duels, competitions, and one–sided
declarations of war. So, calling Max unfeeling and a machine, was probably a deep cut for
him.
Andrew had been regretting his words since last night. He could call Max trash, scum, but
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmnever a machine.
Andrew stood up, frustration boiling to the point where he wanted to kick the coffee table in
front of him. “So you think it’s my fault? Max thinks of Brielle, don’t I think of Tessa? If
Brielle’s out to get Tessa, should I just stand by and do nothing?”
Kenzo, lounging on the sofa, had been silent the whole time. Now, he merely opened one
eye to glance at them, then dropped his gaze again, as if disinterested in the whole affair.
When the two were arguing, the third was not welcome to spectate, so Andrew turned to
Kenzo. “Kenzo, what’s your take?”
Kenzo’s eyelid fluttered. He rarely got involved in disputes. He opened his eyes, picked up
his tea, took a delicate sip, and offered a gentle smile. “Brielle was a friend of mine. She’s
actually quite reserved, not the type to stir up trouble.” The implication was clear: Tessa
might’ve been the instigator.
But of them all, Andrew had the biggest prejudice against Brielle. After all, she was the one
who had helped an intoxicated Max right under his nose. Their first meeting was so
dramatic that Andrew never warmed to Brielle afterward.
In his eyes, she was the kind of woman who’d latch onto any opportunity to climb the social
ladder, even at great personal cost. He didn’t believe Brielle truly loved Max.
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